this subtle love
sacrificed my heart
through opened chest
surgery: removed it. gone. clean.
nothing but a memory of
your voice echoing in the aching hollow space
where that organ used to be.
when you used to be here subtly hinting at your love for me.
i needed so much reassurance.
your love language,
a hieroglyphics of patience
i couldn’t decipher until now (too late?)
still hangs palpably thick in the air
tangled in the dim light and curling incense
along with every word we’ve ever spoken-
the aura of a love
that might still be